Another in the ongoing series: I have no fucks left to give
I was approached today, in my capacity as a person ‘in charge’ of things at school by an irate neighbor. It was by a dude I can only describe as physically intimidating (tall, with broad shoulders), who I am vaguely aware of as a neighbor because he has a giant truck with a distinctive message painted on the back.
Anyway, he was totally pissed at our traffic officer. Mad enough that he pulled up in front of the school and stormed up the stairs and asked who our traffic officer’s ‘boss’ was. I just sort of shrugged and said our head of school, but I could talk to him.
The thing is, man, did this guy want to be an asshole. He was really workin’ it. His argument was so insane, or, not insane, but petty, that I had a hard time taking him seriously. His complaint was that out traffic guy ALWAYS stops him when he passes the school. ALWAYS. Sometimes just to let pedestrians cross the street at the alley! He actually posited to me that perhaps our traffic officer specifically has something against him.
Now. I’d like to reiterate that this man was much larger than me, and was purposefully being aggressive (kind of looming and making broad gestures). To what end it wasn’t clear, but he wanted to get all up in someone’s face because he was mad. I know that there have been times in my life where I would have been so intimidated by him, but this time I know my body language was more, “Are you fucking kidding me, dude?” Like, I wasn’t angry. I couldn’t even be angry. I mean, I actually *kind of* laughed. I couldn’t really help it. I mean, I also tried to be sympathetic and assure him no one is out to get him, but mostly I just kept looking at him like, “Are you serious? Really? Is this a fight we have to have?” When he kept going on about him letting people cross the street at the alley I finally said, “Well, I am willing to admit that I’m sure he does have a pedestrian bias.” YES HE IS TRYING TO MAKE SURE THE PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD ARE NOT RUN OVER BY CARS, WHAT A TERRIBLE PERSON!
He just kept looking at me like he didn’t know what to make of me. Like why wasn’t I fighting back or apologizing profusely? The middle ground seemed pretty confusing to him. And, you know what? He backed down. He didn’t really stop his argument, but he stopped being an asshole, and he just sort of ended up telling me how it was really upsetting to think that our traffic guy was targeting him in some way. Those weren’t his words, but that was what I took away from it. And to be fair, he’s latino and obviously working class in a neighborhood FILLED with million dollar houses and white lawyers, so, yeah, I bet he does get his fair share of hassle from people in the neighborhood.
I’m not sure if this is a story about how I’m awesome at diffusing tension, or a story about how now that I’m an old lady I just don’t have time for your shit.
"I prefer to read my porn" You’ve got a whole blog of Supernatural gifs that makes me question that.
LOL, I am definitely not saying I don’t like to look at pretty people. BUT, I wouldn’t be interested in Jensen Ackles without Dean Winchester. The story makes me care. When you put the great story/pretty face/great actor together you have found my kryptonite.
Wait. Would you prefer Supernatural if it was in book form?
This is an excellent question. No, I don’t think so. But that is because I think it is exceptionally well done. Also, I get the language they are using. I don’t have same visual issues with moving images as I do with static. I think it is very different. I’m not saying that if you gave me a very well written porn I wouldn’t enjoy it, but let’s be real, there is not a lot out there because for the most part it is exclusively VISUAL. Also, I can get way more out of crappy words than crappy visuals. I prioritize words over visuals in general.
Have you read Scott mccloud's understanding comics? It's a comic book all about how comic books work and I've given it to people I know before who wanted to read comics but had trouble getting into them for similar reasons as to what you were saying and they enjoy them now. Can't promise it would work but might be worth a shot. It's really cool and explains a lot about how to read them that a lot of people take for granted.
The comixology app has a thing that helps you see which panel to look at next. That helps me. But it sounds like your issue might be taking in the words and pictures at the same time?
I actually do prefer reading them on the comixology app. It helps that it will let you zoom focus like that, but I also feel like the overall page composition is part of the art as well, and you miss that. It isn’t that I don’t enjoy them at all, I guess it is just a lot of work.
Same on the comics! It confuses my brain and breaks up the story for me. Give me words.
It was such a relief to be able to articulate why I didn’t really read comics. I felt like it always came out like I though comics were ‘less’ and I don’t feel that way at all. I just have a really hard time connecting to them because it’s not the easiest way for me to take in information.
Do you eat breakfast in the morning, and if so, what?
Why did you join tumblr?
In a perfect world, what would you do for a living?
In your household, who takes out the trash?
Do you have opinions on ‘the selfie’?
Do you prefer winter or summer?
Are you fortunate enough to have a washing machine/dryer in your home? If so, please describe to me the pleasure of being able to do your laundry anytime you’d like.
What is your favorite Avenger Universe movie?
What helps you feel better when you are sad?
Describe your high school experience in 3 words.
What’s the last movie you watched and why?
Old questions for Me:
What body part do you wash first in the shower?
Hair. Always hair. I guess I work my way down and then back up, actually.
Who wins in a cage fight between the you of today and the you of ten years ago?
Hmmm. 10 years ago me had a 1YO, so I probably had access to protective Mamma instincts if I needed them, but I think, in general, I’m tougher now.
What is the number one book, fic, poem, or piece of writing you could read repeatedly and not tire of?
Lymond Chronicles by Dorothy Dunnett
What is an obscure thing you love (tv show, band, book, movie, etc.) that no one else ever fucking talks about with you or that you’re pretty sure everyone else finds lame?
Probably also Lymond Chronicles, not because people find it lame, but because it is almost impossible to get anyone to read it. But, also, oddly enough, in real life, I have a hard time finding anyone who watches Supernatural.
What is your desert island album?
I could probably answer this differently every minute of every day, but some strong contenders are The National’s High Violet and Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers’ Damn the Torpedoes.
What is your death row last meal?
The women in my family make a Chicken Tetrazzini recipe that has been handed down through a couple generations, and it is my ultimate comfort food.
Do you take naps?
I am capable of taking naps, and I enjoy them. I don’t actually do it very often, though.
Can you do something that other people commonly find impossible to do?
I tend to see all sides of an argument. I mean, I usually have a side, but I usually don’t get mad about the other side or take it personally. (Unless the other side specifically degrades or hurts another human being, then my secret rage appears) It makes me a fairly good mediator.
Ever been to a volcano? If so WHICH ONE??!
What’s something you find inexplicable about other people that’s generally considered completely usual and totally common?
I have a really hard time reading comic books. It’s not that I don’t appreciate them, I do. But I LITERALLY have trouble reading them. Hand me a 2000 page book, I’m in heaven, but hand me a comic and I’m like, how does this work? I don’t think I ‘read’ the visuals very well, so I miss the visual part of the story, which means I miss a lot. When I realized it, I suddenly had a lot more sympathy for the kids I knew growing up who didn’t like to read.
If someone showed up and politely offered to pay for you to go to school to get a degree/certificate in any subject, what would that subject or area be?
I have an undergraduate degree in French & Women’s Studies and a graduate degree in Montessori Education. My Montessori training was one of the happiest years of my life. I just enjoyed it so much. I have often said I would go back and do that year over.
I was helping her rinse her hair and it looked so cool with her face just poking out, that I had to ask her if she would mind if I took a picture. I’ll be honest, I was a little nervous I was going to drop my phone into the bathtub.
Maybe it’s my relative lack of sleep this week, or possibly my anger at the never ending winter, but I’ve got a bug up my butt about people being forced to label their sexuality.
I have an entire long rant in my head, but it boils down to:
The fact that anyone who falls outside of a narrow definition of heterosexuality is essentially forced to label their sexuality in order to DEMAND VISIBILITY and RIGHTS is probably necessary but also a TOOL OF THE OPPRESSORS AND IT MAKES ME REALLY, REALLY MAD.
The words to describe sexuality are proliferating at a pace that is impossible to keep up with and NO ONE EVEN SEEMS TO AGREE what they mean. And even when they do, do those labels really fit people 100% of the time? I CANNOT imagine that they do. Love and sex are so intimately tied to crazy things running around our subconscious, thinking that you know all the time who/what you want forever is CRAZY.
By forcing people to pick a side and stay there, we set our self up to continue have the dialogue controlled by those who have a vested interested in CONTROLLING PEOPLE’S SEXUALITY and we give them THE MEANS TO CONTROL IT.
dean having heart-to-hearts with mr. coffee. dean talking about his feelings with his pal the coffee maker. okay. okay. we can do this. you’re him and i’m me. cas. i- uh, wow, this is awkward. castiel. cas. buddy. hey. just wanted to mention that i mumble. i coughsnort you? help me out here, mr. coffee. love. that’s the word i’m looking for. cas. i love-. no. yes. i love- oh hey there, buddy. didn’t see you there. coffee?